Not Quite a White Night Vol. 06c

Not Quite A White Knight Vol. 6 Part C

The Marital Adventures of Cynthia/Sin-Sin and her Bride in the Amazon Rain Forest

by LolaPaul

Introduction - Where And When We Start

These chapters are written from Cynthia's point of view during her visit to the Colony that overlapped with her second trimester. The text starts after her phone call from the Prince in LA, on the evening of Friday September 19, 2008. That call was in Chapter 30 of Volume 5.

Cynthia is the older daughter of Belen and Ernie, a member 49 with the handle of Sin-Sin, who is pregnant by the Prince. Her presence in the Colony was requested by the Patron, a widower. Before Cynthia arrived she expected to sleep in the Patron's bed most nights, according to the royal family sharing tradition. She was okay with that, she figured it was a natural step between getting knocked up by the Prince and having the Patron accept her as a suitable wife and mother for his heir's family. Her mother had endorsed the Patron as a lover but given his age Cynthia had her doubts about the prospect of the extended nighttime-engagement in Peru.

Cynthia left her two regular lovers, the beautiful Abril and her baby-daddy the Prince, as well as their supporting cast of Li, Nia and the rest in LA. Her plan was to please the Patron so he would anoint her as the Prince's Colonial Bride before the arrival of her baby. She also hoped to become Abril's Domestic Partner under California law when it was reasonable. Since California and the Colony in Peru do not recognize each other this is entirely legal. To Cynthia this presented the best of all worlds. Abril and the Prince agreed with Cynthia's plan. During the past summer the Prince was joined to Abril as a spouse in the eyes of the law firm, so they would promote him to partner and fuck Abril, but they really did not have all the facts. In any event, the law firm would likely become irrelevant early next year.

However, instead of finding herself in the Patron's bed the first night after arrival, Cynthia shared a room with Ximena, a Colony member of similar age who petitioned the Patron for a temporary marriage prior to going into Chile's military service. After giving the pair a chance to get to know one another the Patron asked Cynthia to enter a temporary marriage with Ximena. The pair would then write a guide book as the Colony's first female-to-female marriage. While Ximena was inexperienced, she had reason to believe she might be a lesbian in her sexual preference.

Ximena's military service will start on December 15, she hopes to follow basic training with a communications post in Antarctica. Her knowledge of Russian and Norwegian virtually assured this. Colonial policy was the have a temporary marriage before entry into the service, so the individual would be educated in sex and have a lasting bond with the Colony. Ximena expected her marriage would include a wedding night with the Patron, when he would deflower her. As was the custom, Ximena asked the Patron to pick a spouse for her, she had nobody specific in mind. When Ximena expressed her preference for a female spouse the Patron thought of how Cynthia and Abril were lovers, but were not monogamous in their relationship.

The Patron proposed Cynthia and Ximena as the best couple for the Colony's first marriage between two females. Cynthia was a celebrity in the Colony and the Patron thought her status would help sell the idea as a way in which the world was changing. A few months ago Cynthia was a chaste virgin in high school. She now acknowledged being "a voracious bi-sexual slut" with her body open to several temporary lovers.

The Prince and the Patron are in full agreement on all these issues, including Cynthia's future marriage to the Prince as his Colonial wife.

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Chapter 16. Sin Sin Grows Up A Little

Saturday September 20, 2008

After Thursday's emotional trip to Avee's island, and my call to the Prince on Friday night when I acknowledged my sexual appetites, Ximena and I entered kind of a state of perpetual sexual arousal, along with a profound appreciation of our mission. We were going to change lives for the better, and we were going to love each other doing it together.

We just had to overcome the male-female mating habits people had.

Avee's island was the place where the mother of us all spent her adolescent years learning how to be an adult woman - during the daytime. When she was ready to become a woman she swam from the island to the mysterious world of adult life on the western shore of the river. There was a hut with a thorn or fish bone pictured on a sign, it was where girls went first to be pierced and to start their transition to womanhood. Once pierced the woman had the right to wear a fishbone in her ear as a sign that she was ready for what came next in life.

All the girls before Avee who came to the west bank were pierced in that hut, then they were taken to the Chief for instruction and presentation to the tribe. But that tribe had perished of war, starvation and disease while Avee was on the island. Avee was the first of the maidens from the island who came to shore where she was led to Captain Foxe's cabin. She had no modesty, that was not part of her life. She also had no knowledge of men or how they were different, that was withheld. When Foxe explained what it would take to become a mother, she eagerly bent over a table and begged to be pierced by Foxe. He did as she asked. It not quite as she expected, but she embraced her path to motherhood. That night in the barracks four of the conquistadors also came to her and pierced her as the rest watched. On the second night, with Rohan she felt a joy so great she thought she would burst. In time she met all the men and eventually made a baby with one, and was married.

Ximena and I had a boat for the trip to the island, but as we neared the shore on the way back we stripped and swam to shore. Like Avee we completed our journey by walking naked out of the river. After four centuries the hut was long gone, the spot where to hut stood was marked with a sign, and we stopped there for a moment to consider our 'first mother' of the Colony.

We were charged to be the first two daughters of Avee to seek same-sex marriage. Ximena and I both wanted to honor our ancestor's bold courage in our marriage ceremony. But what was bold enough?

The Colony had no swimsuits, the custom was to swim nude. With no towels to dry off we walked naked from the river shore to the hacienda, that was the habit. Other's saw us in our nudity. My belly might have drawn a second look from some. Our stroll took us past the Patron and Tony, we noticed that both frankly admired the view. Maybe we strutted a little for them, I saw both as lovers in my future.

That afternoon had a powerful effect on us both, when we got to our room we kissed and petted and lost ourselves in each other's soft skin and sounds of pleasure. We almost missed supper; Pammie was sent to fetch us. Of course she saw us happily playing with each other's bodies. This confused her because I had two lovers who shared my bed in LA - she claimed that she had no idea of how.. After that we had most of our meals in our room. Mostly we hungered for sweet warm flesh.

We appreciated the feelings from the island as they carried over to the next day. With the computer on to make notes we were in a mood that was both thoughtful and romantic. The time was spent enjoying each other's bodies with hands and lips. In between pleasures we talked about our marriage ceremony and the life that would follow. The Patron proposed that we consider incorporating the old traditions in our ceremony, so we read some of the logs. They were passages that were delightfully graphic. We pictured some of the events and acted them out, using our imaginations to fill in what the authors omitted.

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After dinner Friday I called my Prince in LA. We talked as a couple that was engaged, about our future marriage, and what I should expect. He brought me face-to-face with the slut my heart really desired to be, and blessed it as a strength. I admitted that, in addition to wanting him and Abril, I wanted sex with Tony and the Patron and Ximena, plus a half dozen other folks in LA, including taking up with my own father again while I was pregnant.

During our talk my Princely lover made me see how his colonial wife would be charged to educate the grooms of the Colony, instructing them with my own body on their wedding night, while he educated their inexperienced brides. I had not put that together yet, but I would be the first woman for almost every young man in the colony. Fucking them on their wedding night was part of my job, something my lover and the Patron fully expected me to embrace.

For this former virgin that turned my world-view upside down.

I saw how I was a voracious bi-sexual slut. The reason I didn't know that before now was because I was confined in the tight bubble of my teenage desire for my Prince. That fantasy hid, or maybe blinded me to, my true nature. Now the bubble was shattered so I could see my own desires clearly. I was a slut. The realization, coming on top of the emotions from Ximena and our trip to Avee's island, left me a little overwhelmed.

I went back to the room and talked to Ximena while we both hugged, cuddled and enjoyed the feeling of the other's body as we talked. She admitted that she thought she knew love, but in my arms she was also learning lust for female flash. It was new and wonderful for her.

That night we took things farther than we had before. We shared the bed naked, where we enjoyed the taste of each other's kisses and nipples. When we were aroused we crossed into new territory when we each masturbated to climax as we embraced. We kissed as we each took a turn at the peak of pleasure, sharing the feelings as we felt the other shudder in passion's release. When it was over we were each more determined to make this wedding work for us, and as a new path for the Colony, to help our cousins. It was a path more and more of the world considered as an acceptable alternative to the Man + Woman + Baby = Family model.

We were emboldened to lead the way, so others could find their path, without the missteps and falls that were inevitable without a visible alternative. We agreed, the Patron was wise to set us this task. Who better to lead than a bi-sexual slut and a not-really-sure virgin? We had to do it right for those who would follow.

I shared the question on my mind. "What could we do for those who come after us that is as bold as what Avee did for all of us? She dove into the river knowing she would be surrounded by strangers."

Ximena was on that. "Yes, we must work at this, work hard and smart so Avee would be proud of us in this different world."

It was the end of a long day so we kissed and got into bed. We kissed some more. For the first time Ximena slept facing me.

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Chapter 17. Date With The Patron

Sunday September 21

Sunday night was planned for my first "overnight date" with the Patron. Ximena and I spent most of the day walking around the garden-like grounds of the Colony. We talked about the ceremony, things that had been done in the past and what we liked, but the evening weighed on us like a shadow. I mean, we were both on the cusp of expressing same-sex love for each other, to take the other as a spouse, yet here I was going off to spend the night allowing, even inviting another person to use my body completely.

He was a nice man, a man we both respected. But what he and I were going to do was closer to the animal than it was to the enlightened human being.

On top of that was the fact - I could not hide it - that I wanted it. Furthermore, if we agreed to this wedding (the deadline for a decision was next Wednesday) then on next Saturday Ximena would also go to him for her deflowering. She was very unsure about how she felt about the whole business; did she want it, did she not want it, did she resent that it would happen to me? She just was not sure.

As we wandered we held hands and told each other that we shared love. We believed that, but it led to the question of where love stood when a third, unloved person was involved?

We talked briefly about me, the Prince and Abril, but that really did not help, because I loved both and they both loved me. Also, Abril loved the Prince as much as she could in her confused world. So we often fucked together.

At last we talked about the basics of the ceremony, we about talked it to death. We were agreed that she would wear white. Me? We were still undecided, wearing white while pregnant always struck me as being confused about something very basic.

We finished the afternoon by spending an hour in bed, nibbling, kissing and handling the others breasts and nipples.

An hour after we finished dinner I left for the Patron's bedroom for our first intimate date. I was horny for cock. I was fresh from the shower and wore only a thin light robe with a tie at the waist, by design it didn't hide much.

I passed Tony downstairs on the way to the Patron, his eyes said I looked very lovely, but neither of us trusted ourselves to speak.

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For Ximena it was a test. She did not exactly like the idea, but when I left she saw my need, and how we both needed it as a test. The one mental hitch in her willingness to marry me was the idea that I was a bi-slut who would likely fuck the Patron, the Chief, Tony and maybe some others like Brisk during our temporary marriage. I had told her the story about the Prince, Gracie and the cowboys on the farm. She had heard rumors about it, and actually talked to one of the "Gracie fans." It did not take much to see that I could enjoy myself, going farther under the sun with a crowd, if it was me who was tied up and spread out for the cowboys. Yum.

We both knew the Prince had given me to another man, my own father, under his roof, and the plan was that a lot of grooms would fuck me when I was married to him and he became Patron. Between my marriage to Ximena, and her departure for Chile I was not likely to be monogamous even if she would prefer I was. The fact was that I liked cock. Maybe she would feel the same after the Patron fucked her on her wedding night.

At supper with the Patron, Ximena and my family, Tonto asked about the Patron duties and what he did all day. The Patron explained that no day was typical, and that unlike most leaders, he worked as needed. Today, for instance, he spent all morning using a shovel in the waist-deep water, as he and a work team repaired a fence post by the river. The ground had eroded at the river edge, so they placing rocks that Ximena gathered by hand last week under the water so it would not happen again soon. He did not stand in the shade and supervise, he worked as part of the crew, wet, dirty and sweating. He was the oldest, but he was also the tallest so he got the worst job. It was the way things were done. He made a note to get some deeper hip waders for the next time.

By noon the riverbank crisis was under control so the barb-wire stringers and cowboys moved in to do their jobs. Since the time of Captain Foxe, keeping the livestock away from the river edge had discouraged the wildlife. With no herds coming to the river to drink the ambush hunters like caymans could not survive. Now their section of the river saw no caymans or piranhas. Snakes did not have much range and they really hated herds with sharp hooves. Only great cats wandered everywhere, and they were usually deterred by the barbwire fence and the cowboys on horseback. The cats found little wild game to feed on in the area and discovered that humans could hunt them so they rarely approached.

The land had retained a lot of the trees, which was what the orbiting cameras saw. But the colonists had cleared the brush 300 years ago. That was a serious handicap for wild predators to overcome.

Before the conquistadors came, the Amazon natives regularly lost children each year to the wild. But crossbows, men on warhorses and gunpowder had changed this patch of the Amazon. The first ranger, an English woman sent by Bishop Foxe for her own protection, was deadly hunting on horseback with a bow. She cleared the land of predators within their usual feeding range.

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When I got to the Patron's bedroom I knocked at the door. A woman I had seen in the house but didn't know opened the door, said hello, and let me in as she exited. She seemed a little unsure about greeting me, I think she would have kissed my belly but I tried to project a hurry-up face. She was wearing an open house coat, like she just put it on. I did not know what she was doing there, exposing herself, but I guess my arrival ended whatever it was.

The Patron was sprawled on the bed. His cock was visible, semi-erect and it looked moist. Perhaps it was sucked on very recently? I was struck by how, even semi-erect, it looked to be a young cock. It was not out of place, it seemed to fit the skin around it. I won't say he had a hard-body, but his legs, torso and shoulders seemed like a fitter version of my own father. His belly was trim. Only the face and the neck struck me as a generation older than Ernie.

"Good evening La Bella, I am glad you agreed to meet me like this. I admit I am curious about what you have in mind coming here tonight. But first things first, I must greet your young visitor." With that he slipped out of bed, got on his knees, and bid me to approach.

I figured he was not interested in my robe so I dropped it on the bed and stepped up to him nude, presented my belly to him. To me it seemed my figure had swelled a great deal, but at only 4 months I knew I was fooling myself, it was a teenage habit. The Patron said I was the "image or beauty and health." My dear loving sister Pammie would be glad to tell me neither was true.

The Patron gently kissed my belly and began to speak to my child.

"What a wonderful thing to be visited by an heir, it is the final task of a life's work. Tell me little one, will you become the Patron after your Father? Or will you be a wise princess to gently guide your people? So many mysteries as I near the end of my long road, I am almost tempted to retire early and travel to see the many things I have heard of, but I know your father still has his work in LA, so I must continue here. You will witness wonders I cannot believe. I hope I get to know you better before I go on. As for now, since your father is not with us I do hope to do my family duty helping your dear mother find pleasure this night, and that her blood carries better chemicals for your sleep because of it. I recall visits by your father's mother Zoam, when I gave her pleasure. She had wild eyes and was greedy for family visits when her husband was away... or distracted. When she was pregnant we believe it helped the child inside, and she was so grateful to have somebody close to comfort her body and mind while Pablo was pursuing her attackers."

As I considered it that was a very pleasant thought about family and how they might support each other. It was a different view of family values but then in the US so many families are broken as generations find different paths.

(This is set in September 2008, as the election approached. I had to wonder, how many adult children voted the same philosophy as their parents.)

Then he looked up at me. "Thank you Cynthia, this moment has meant so much to me." He got to his feet and looked me over. "You are so beautiful, and so young! I have been visited by young women, a fair number marry before they are twenty, but not many with your gifts and blessings."

Looking him over I had to say, "You don't look so bad yourself. Close up I see the charm, aged but also vital and wise. Now I see the attraction so many speak of. If I was an artist I would depict you as Jupiter or Zeus, except I know I could not capture your sexiness... no, a better word is 'randiness' that radiates from you. As an example it explains a lot of the ancient stories about young women giving themselves to old men in different disguises. In LA, nobody would believe a generational gap as wide as ours would be sexually attractive to a younger woman, they would only think of money and power to explain it. Now as I stand here I know better and am very ready to learn more."